Sink With Me

She coughs around my cock, pulling back enough so I can see her nod. She may think we’re even now but we’re nowhere near it. I hold her head at an angle slowly dragging back enough to see the tip appear before plunging back in.

The score won’t be set until I know that her twisted head is only twisted for me.

Her nails dig into my thighs, and drool pools in her mouth down to my abdomen, making lewd sounds mingle with crashing waves. If you would’ve told me four years ago this woman would hold me in this position I’d call you a liar. My cock tightens, forcing me to pull back, giving her a chance to breathe. Then again I used to believe my obsession was fueled by pure hate, turns out I was probably the liar all along. A single strand of spit attaches her to my length, with lips parted and eyes glazed over. I have to move one hand from her head to the base of my dick, gripping hard enough I feel like if anyone saw us, they’d think I was trying to strangle it.

Does she think I ruined her? She has no fucking clue what being ruined truly feels like. She sticks her tongue without command, letting me slap it against the muscle.

“Good fucking girl.” I groan. I guess it encourages her since she swirls her tongue around the tip, teasing me with the touch. She gasps when I flex my cock.

I know if she keeps it up, I won’t be able to last. That’s never been a problem but with her it’s indescribable. Quickly I pull her up by her hair, twisting our bodies until she’s flat on her back and I’m nuzzled against her slick underwear, biting and kissing along her neck, making her squirm.

If I don’t bury myself in her soon, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

“You were made for me, to take my cock, to wear my marks.”

I don’t give her time to suck in any air before I’m busy devouring her mouth. Tasting myself on her tongue has to be one of the most maddening things I’ve ever felt. She’s a drug I can’t quit, a fixation I’ll never drop.

I like to pride myself on taking my time with her, but I can’t, not right now. In a hurry, I push her underwear to the side and glide a finger through her lips, feeling how wet and ready she already is.

“So fucking perfect.” I groan into her mouth at the same time I push a finger into her and her back arches under me, trying to pull it in deeper.

“Please Caspian.” She mewls, causing any restraint I had to vanish. Hearing my name on her lips will never be enough. Not until it’s the only name she knows and thinks about. I lift my hips as I remove my finger just so I can wrap my hand around her calf and place it on my shoulder. She pushes, arching her hips, trying to get more, but I don’t budge even as she claws at my arms leaving gorgeous red streaks in her wake and writhes with her face screwed in both a look of aggravation and need. If only she knew how I feel.

Her lips part and I know her well enough by now that she’s going to make some smart-ass remark, so I bury myself to the hilt in one fluid thrust. Her head falls back and her nails create crescents in my skin with a broken cry.

“Say you’ll stay with me.” I groan as I bury my head into the crook of her neck. Shallowly rocking back just to slide in faster than before. She’s not some princess that needs it easy and sweet, she takes what I give her just fine. Her velvet heat pulsates around me. I just want to hear her say it. I need to know I’m as embedded in her skin as she is in mine. If only she could tell me the thought of leaving doesn’t cross through that pretty little head.

I nip at the sensitive flesh of her neck, creating a trail to her pulse point, each thump kisses my lips like it’s determined to show me what I make her feel. It’s quiet besides those sweet whimpers I love so much. I know she’s been through some shit. Even if I don’t know what she’s endured, I know it rages a battle within her. I take a sharp inhale through my nose. I want to think logically, to understand. How can I think when I know I’ll never let her go even if she refuses to stay?

With a low growl, I take a harsh nip at her collarbone. Even if she doesn’t say what I want to hear, she will say something while she’s under me.

“Oh god.” She wines and I still. Pulling back just so I can look at her. Tears brim her eyes, and she looks like she’s on the verge of killing me. I run my tongue up her cheek, tasting the salt of a lone tear that slips. My fucking tears.

“Wrong name, love.” I pull her other leg up to rest on my other shoulder and drive into her cunt hard enough I know my soldiers heard her scream. Her eyesight goes uneven as she tries to hold my gaze, but I let mine drop to the way her thighs are quaking, and I’m being swallowed whole.

“Fuck—just look at you.” I wrap my hand around the nape of her neck, forcing her to look at her pussy wrapped around my cock like it’s what it was made to do. I pull back just to snap my back forward so she can see how much her body welcomes me, hitting a spot so deep inside her feet wrap around the back of my head.

“Too deep.” She whines, her hands drop to my abdomen trying to push me back making me growl in response and my stomach tightens under her touch.

“You can take it. Now. Say. The. Right. Name.” I bite out, punctuating my words with deep thrusts. My hands dig into the sand, each brutal pound I make into her makes her velvet heat clench and pulse around me.

“C-Caspian…” she whines as more tears stream down her cheeks. Such a beautiful mess for me.

“Good girl. That’s it. Now if only you’d tell me you’d stay.”

I would love to play with her swollen little clit and push her over the edge, but even when she’s refusing to tell me what I want to hear I’m not an ass and I’m sure she already has enough sand in places she’s going to gripe about later.

Supporting my weight on one hand, I take her wrist into my other and bring her fingers to my mouth. My eyes stay on hers as I pull them into my lips, running my tongue over each digit. They fall with a pop, and a string of my saliva follows them.

“Touch yourself.” I say through heavy pants, desperately trying to hold onto my restraint until she comes around my cock. Her thighs tremble and her calves threaten to close in around my head, but I don’t ease up. I can feel her walls fluttering around me sucking me back in so greedily each time I move to pull back and her body tensing below me. She circles her clit, a deep blush crawls up her chest into her neck flushing her cheeks.

“Make a fucking mess for me.” I groan and just like her, her body listens to everything I say. Her neck arches back with her body as a silent cry leaves her mouth. I could watch her come apart under me all hours of the day. The sight alone is more than enough to have me hurling over the edge after her. My dick twitches, every vein sensitive to the fluttering around it refusing to give me a moment to pull out.

Dropping my head onto hers I let her name fall from my lips in a low warning filling her with my come and marking her in ways I’ll never allow another man to do.

Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling my head back to hers in a kiss that was softer than before while I ease her shaking legs back down. I should be sated but just tasting her has me about ready to go again until the sun starts to peek back up over the beach.

She’s just as hungry as she nips at my bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth until it releases, and she’s staring up at me through those gorgeous, hooded eyes. Who needs the view of the ocean when it’s able to stare back at you?